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The burned surface, vitrified green soil

millions of miles to the horizon

The last of the lost souls on this endless land of glass

are left with nothing

So we march to the heart of the void and despair

Still we march to the end

to the bitterness we created

to the bitter end

We are the haunted remains

of the people we used to be

We’re escaping from the graves

to the fate much worse than death

Rise of the entropy of the marching skeleton man

and the memories of the shining sun

before it disappeared

behind the yellow acid clouds

Slowly it's getting colder

radiation blur, condensation of the mind

Snow and toxic ash

nuclear winter, shadows of the riders of the storm

Wild hunt still runs

over the cracked sky

We run with them

to the bitter end

We are the haunted remains

of the people we used to be

We’re escaping from the graves

to the fate much worse than death

Rise of the entropy of the marching skeleton man

and the memories of the oceans

and of days gone

before everything was vaporized

Our goddess can you hear us?

Deliver us from evil

and if there is nothing else left

deliver us peace